To the oppressive tune of "The Cry of Mankind" by My Dying Bride the latest SWF PPV event: Descent begins the cameras circuit the arena, showing fans holding signs bearing such slogans as "Take My Soul" "R A S T A" "2 4 1 Special offer!" "Shut Up!" The music fades into "Suffer Age" and the familiar line of flame licks the front of the stage, the shillouette rises behind the flames and Lucifer steps forward over the flames, he whirls his elaborate cane and slams it into the ramp, two giant pyros shoot up from the sides of the ramp. The crowds erupt in cheers for their president. Lucifer begins to speak to the crowd in a voice that charms them all, even the surliest demon is soothed by the words.

Lucifer: Welcome, one and all to this SWF PPV: Descent!

The crowds cheer at the announcement.

Lucifer: Tonight's show will see a titanic battle for the tag titles, interspersed with the other title matches, The ID title is on the line, As is the Deathmatch and finally the cataclysmic battle between Veil, Dante and Assamite! Enjoy the show!

Lucifer turns on his heel and stalks out to the back.

D Boss: Now, we go to the tag tournament for our first match!

Ozzy J: Heh, this is one of those matches with that foxy bird Vixen in it!

D Boss: Ozzy, please try to be less sordid

Ozzy J: Ah fuck off yah faggot!

The torrid SWF arena rings with the sound of addlebrained grunting and guttural growls. Hooves grind against stone as the arena lighting suddenly diffuses, plunging the auditorium into a silent blackness. "What will become?" by Fear Factory resounds from the Choir. Obviously still untainted by Vision's antics, or at least not yet! Lycan and Vixen emerge on to the stage, Ramses and Horus following dutifully at their heels. A cacophonous howl emanates from the members of Lycanthropy as they slowly pace toward the ring. "My Way" by Limp Bizkit follows suit, Abel and Malice stepping confidently on to the stage. A screech echoes from the rafters, as Morrigan scouts her so called prey. They both proceed to the ring with no utterance.

Abel and Lycan start the match, squaring each other from respective corners. They lock up, exchanging headlocks and lifts. Abel gains the upper hand marginally, felling Lycan with a gordbuster.. Lycan swiftly rolls to his feet, hitting a three point stance on the charging Abel. Abel stumbles backward, as the Werewolf follows up with a big boot. Grabbing a wad of hair he wrenches Abel to his feet. He attempts a Dogg Meat, but Abel slides from his grasp, knocking the confused Werewolf down with a reverse DDT to the knee. Lycan grimaces, as Abel continues the onslaught, pounding on the Werewolf with mounted punches. Lycan squirms free, with the aid of a darting forearm to Abel's ribs. Abel lunges for Lycan as he gathers his wits. Lycan in a whirl of unnatural grace, tosses his opponent shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Abel winces in agony, as Lycan charges, hitting a modified Bossman attack. Abel crumples to the mat, as Lycan mounts the turnbuckle, an unlikely turn for someone of his build. Abel rolls over on to his back, and stares in a muted panic, as Lycan leaps down with a double knee drop. He swiftly rolls from his path, sending the Werewolf careering knees first into the mat with a sickening crunch. Abel scurries for the cover… 1… 2… kickout. Lycan gets the shoulder up. Abel drags the disgruntled canine to his feet, hoisting him up into a super shoulder, before tossing him ribs first on to the ropes. Lycan slithers back on to the mat, however tantalisingly close to Vixen. He sidles closer, making the tag. Abel watches as Vixen leaps into the ring, before proceeding himself to tag in his female partner Malice. Both women glare at one another before charging. Vixen goes a spear, but Malice catches her in mid flight, driving her chin into her knee with a chin buster. Vixen stumbles backward, as Malice charges forward for another onslaught. She fells Vixen with a short arm clothesline. The female Werewolf grimaces, as she rolls to her knees. Malice times a well aimed kick to the ribs, knocking Vixen back on to her back. Vixen howls, glaring at the Fae reproachfully. Rolling neatly away from another boot, she flips gracefully back on to her feet. Malice almost smiles as she wanders forward. They lock up. Vixen gains the advantage, scoring a rather vicious kneelift into the Fae's ribs. Malice stumbles, as Vixen deposits her on to her respective turn buckle with a scoop slam, hanging Malice up with a tree of woe. Vixen wanders backward a smile bedecked on her lips, she charges, spearing the Fae viciously into her ribs. Malice topples from the turnbuckle writhing in agony, clutching at her injured ribs. Vixen hoists her roughly to her feet, before locking in a now excruciating adominable stretch, stretching Malice's ribs in a torturous manner. Malice howls through gritted teeth. She squirms in the hold, attempting to dislodge the she wolf to no avail. She propels herself forward, and Vixen's grip loosens slighty. Swiftly she takes advantage, tossing Vixen overhead with a hip toss. Malice stumbles dizzily to her corner, making a tag gratefully to Abel. Abel springs in fresh. Vixen slowly gets to her feet, to be greeted by a choke toss by Abel. He lays in with lefts and rights, powering the she wolf for turnbuckle to post. He hoists her up into a farewell, but she counters into a DDT. She stumbles to make the tag to Lycan, but Abel cruelly wrenches her away. He lifts her up, attempting the screwdriver, but Lycan who once again has mounted the turnbuckle, makes the save with a flying clothesline. Abel is knocked down giving Vixen a reprieve. Lycan returns to the outside, where his mate, makes the tag. Abel stumbles to his feet, as Lycan roars into the ring. He fells his opponents with a vertical drop suplex followed swiftly by a fall away slam. Abel strikes back with a kick to the gut and attempts to go for the Christian Burial, but Lycan powers out! He whirls Abel around and attempts the Dogg Meat for the second time. He begins hoisting him upward, as Malice nails a springboard missile dropkick into the back of Abel. Overbalanced the Werewolf is sent toppling backward, Abel falling in a rudimentary cross body position… 1… 2… 3!

Abel rolls from the ring, his hand clutching at his spine. Slowly he and Malice proceed up the ramp, clutching at their wounded appendages, as the team of Lycanthropy glare at the retreating Malevolence from within the ring.

Ozzy J: Ah, shit! that fucker Lycan lost Vixen the match!

D Boss: what the fuck are you talking about Ozzy?

Ozzy J: How the fuck am I supposed to know, I didn't write this fucking script!

D Boss: You did, Isaw you,you were using a crayon!

Ozzy J: Oh fuck off!

The camera goes to backstage, where Bench Man has accosted an SWF interviewer to mouth off about something.

Bench Man: Well, I'm thick of it! Thoon, you will thee, all of you, that I am not a man to be ignored ath thhuch! I will thhow you all...

Suddenly, a nearby wall caves in. The interviewer gasps and backs off, as does the cameraman - the disturbance is the Relentless One! Bench Man, showing a remarkable lack of intelligence (even for him), decides to attack the Relentless One for interrupting him. The altercation is short. It ends when the Relentless One marches off to the bowels of the SWF arena. Benchy is left lying on the floor, all four of his major limbs broken and twisted in unnatural directions...

D Boss: Well, it looks like maybe the Relentless One's release has proved helpfull after all!

Ozzy J: Maybe we've gotten rid of that schmuck Bench Man for good now!

D Boss: We can live in hope!

Ozzy J: What's next?

D Boss: Lucifer and Damien are fighting two of these "Regulator" people

 The oppressive humidity of the SWF arena is broken abruptly, the disgruntled daemonic audience adjusting their vision to encapsulate the stage. "One" by Metallica resounds from within the depths of the Choir's tortured vocals morosely. The contingent of the Regulators make their way on to the stage, Beast and Hellspawn glaring into the audience. Confidently they head for the ring, the referee taking a hasty step backward. "One" shimmers to nothing, as the Choir begin the recital of "Antichrist Superstar" by Marilyn Manson. The rather tired, impeccably dressed Lucifer steps on to the stage, followed suit by his malevolent offspring Damien. The two calmly proceed to the ring.

Damien and Beast start the match off, both men sidling about the other, looking for a breach in the other's defences. They lock up. Neither man manages to gain a foothold. Beast slithers out from a headlock offering his knee to Damien's gut. Hooking his arms beneath Damien's the Beast nails a double arm suplex. Damien rolls to his feet, neatly ducking a Yakuza kick in the process. The Antichrist lunges at the Beast from behind, tossing him backward to the canvas with a half nelson suplex. The Beast appears slightly dazed as he stumbles to his feet holding his neck. Damien charges forward, nailing a running DDT. The Beast's head bounces from the canvas as Damien hastily makes a cover. The ref makes the count 1-2… near fall. The Beast barely kicks out glaring at the ref for a blatantly fast count on his part. The Antichrist attempts to nail a cobra clutch suplex on the distracted Regulator. The Beast struggles in the hold, managing to reverse it with snapmare. Damien still relatively unscathed jumps to his feet and charges again. The Beast wary of his foe ducks, sending Damien bouncing back off the adjacent ropes and back toward. The Regulator fells him with a vicious butterfly kick. He grabs a wad of Antichrist hair, wrenching the dazed Damien to his feet. They lock up, the Beast swiftly gaining the upper hand, he lifts Damien up for the New Jersey nap time. The ref stares at the Regulator, and then seemingly remembering that he needs to administer the count , does so… 1…2..kickout. The Beast glares in rage at the ref, who hastily backs away. Damien rolls away, stumbling to his feet, he tags in Lucifer. The Beast turns back to his opponent, to be greeted by a cyclone forearm from Lucifer. The Beast tumbles to the mat, as Lucifer lays in on his foe with mounted punches. The Beast grunts under the vicious hails of blows, squirming free swiftly, he tries to make the tag to Hellspawn, who is desperately reaching over the ropes. Lucifer smiles, wrenching The Beast back to the centre of the ring. He tugs the Regulator back to his feet and attempts to finish him quickly with the Star of the Morning, but the beast squirms free with a kick to Lucifer's gut. Lucifer releases the hold and The Beast catches him in a cradle DDT. Both men fall to the mat exhausted and in agony. The Beast crawls to make a tag to his partner Hellspawn, as Lucifer stumbles toward Damien. Beast makes the tag, and Hellspawn thunders into the ring. Lucifer reaches and makes the tag to Damien. Damien roars to greet the charging foe, both men hitting the mat as they hit a double flying neckbreaker. The swiftly roll back to their feet and exchange blows. Damien falters under the hail of fists from his opponent, allowing Hellspawn to grasp him in a tilt to whirl backbreaker. Damien groans, as he attempts to stand. The still fresh Hellspawn mounts the turnbuckle. Damien still dazed stares as the Regulator leaps from his perch with a diving shoulder. Damien fells him with a front dropkick to the ribs! Hellspawn tumbles backward into the turnbuckle, where Damien greets his ribs with further shoulder thrusts. Hellspawn groans as more damage is done to his ribs. Damien whips from the corner, chasing after him quickly, but Hellspawn somehow manages to fell the Antichrist with a Russian leg sweep. He leaps to make the tag to his partner the Beast. The Beast enters the ring, as Damien regains his footing. The Beast charges, hitting a gore, only not Damien who swiftly moved from its path, instead it hits home on Lucifer, sending him crashing to the outside. The referee exchanges severe words with the Regulator, allowing Damien to regroup. The Beast turns to face the Antichrist, only to be caught in a jeff hardy style DDT. Damien makes the cover, neatly planting his feet on the second rope. The ref, despite the blatant display, pays no heed and makes the count 1-2-3!

Damien bids retreat, as a furious Hellspawn enters the ring. The Beast glares at the retreating Soulless as Hellspawn hastily grabs the furiously retreating ref! He hoists him overhead, he and The Beast nailing a ¾ Neckbreaker. The Beast hoists the screaming official back to his feet and sets him up for a piledriver as Hellspawn mounts the turnbuckle. He leaps down, pressuring the ref's legs downward, into a spiked Tombstone! A suspicious sounding snap emanates from the broken man, as the Choir proceed to play "One" as the Regulators bid retreat to the locker rooms.

Ozzy J: That bloody ref! He ruined that match!

D Boss: it doesn't look like he'll ruin many more, his neck really shouldn't be at that angle you know!

Jihad: So, what's next? Oh yes! Next we have a Triple Threat Hell in a Cell match for the InterDimensional title!
Slocumbe: ID Champion Silence must defend his title against one half of the SWF Tag Team Champions in Mustafa Kabat, plus one half of arguably one of the greatest tag teams ever to grace the SWF in Chapel! This should be an awesome match!

"Somebody Someone" starts playing, and Chapel walks down to the ring to a mix of boos and cheers. He flexes his hands and balls them into a fist.
"Gangsta Trippin" starts, and Mustafa Kabat walks down to the ring, wearing his SWF Tag Team title belt around his waist. He eagerly gets into the cage, at which point Chapel grabs him and throws him hard into the wire mesh. Kabat stagger back a bit, and Chapel grabs his title belt and smashes it into Mustafa's face!

As Kabat and Chapel brawl, there is a sudden cheer from the crowd as Silence emerges from the rafters and slides down a rope to the top of the cage! He uses the corner of his ID title belt to break a hole in the cage roof to climb in through. Down below, Chapel has pulled Kabat into a headlock. Kabat counters with a slingshot suplex and a pin - 1..2..kickout! Kabat runs the ropes, only to get backdropped by Chapel. Chapel runs the ropes himself, building up speed for an attack, but then Silence leaps down from the top of the Cell, laying out chapel with a huge torpedo dropkick!! He covers - 1..2..th-kickout! Silence quickly hits Chapel on the head, then takes off the InterDimensional title belt, along with a beer bottle, and throws them into a corner. He then gets caught in an inverse DDT by Kabat, who goes for a quick pin - 1..2..kickout! Kabat locks on a sleeper, dragging Silence to his feet as he does so. From behind, Chapel locks in his own sleeper on Kabat! For several seconds, the trio struggle like this. Then, Silence sits sharply down, hitting Kabat with a jawbreaker. Kabat's head is forced up, slamming into Chapel's chin in an accidental jawbreaker! All three men rebound and crash to the mat. Silence, clutching his head, rolls an arm onto Kabat - 1..2..thr-shoulder up! Silence, still groggy, gets up and attempts a figure-4 leglock on Kabat. He fumbles a little, but finally manages to get the hold on. Kabat grimaces and tries to pull himself up. His head is still ringing from the jawbreakers earlier, and he can't get quite enough strength to break out. But then Chapel charges over, nailing Silence with a big legdrop. He rolls onto Kabat and starts punching away at the Farian's head. Kabat is busted open from this assault, and blood soon starts stinging his eyes. Silence grabs Chapel by the hair and pulls him up. He runs and goes to slam Chapel's face into the cage mesh, but Chapel throws him into the cage instead! Silence finds himself slumped onto the top rope. Chapel runs the ropes and charges elbow-first into Silence's ribs, causing the crowd to groan in sympathy. He goes for the same move again, only to be tripped up by Kabat. Kabat and Chapel start jockeying for position. Kabat flips over backwards, flipping Chapel into the ropes, then spinning on his back and hitting a modified mule kick into Chapel's abdomen. Silence runs in and hits a backspin DDT for a pin - 1..2..Kabat pulls silence off! Kabat covers Chapel - 1..Silence elbowdrops the back of Kabat's head! Kabat retaliates with a punch, a kick, then a big boot, but Silence ducks the boot and counters with a rocker dropper! Silence sets up Kabat for a running powerbomb, but instead of powerbombing him as usual, he runs straight into the cage wall, crushing Kabat's back into the mesh! He signals for the victory, but Chapel hits him from behind and executes the Christian Burial! Silence is still on the floor, but Kabat is getting up, so Chapel decides to finish off the Farian too. He scoops up Kabat for a Christian Burial, but Kabat slides down his back and hits Chapel with a reverse flapjack. Kabat goes to the corner and grabs the beer bottle. The crowd start making some noise as Kabat swings the bottle - but Chapel ducks! Chapel grabs the bottle and swings - but now it's Kabat's turn to duck! Chapel's swing hits the mesh hard - too hard. The bottle rebounds into the ring, but Chapel's fist goes right through the cage wall! As Chapel struggles to get his hand out, Kabat smashes the bottle over his head! Kabat throws the bottle stump onto the mat, and starts raking at Chapel's face, which is bleeding as badly as his own. But Silence has gotten back up! He sets the bottle a little way behind Kabat, then spins him around and hits an evenflow DDT onto the bottle stump! The glass shatters and is ground into shards under Kabat's face, which looks like a horrible mess as Silence turns him over to pin him - 1..2..3!

Silence wins the match!

Slocumbe: Owch! Silence wins, and retains the title, but look at these guys! Silence is bruised and limping, Kabat's face is a mess - how's he going to fight for his team later? - and Chapel's still stuck in the cage wall!
Jihad: Those are the risks, Alan. Them the breaks...

D Boss: Now we go to our next match, with the first round of our tag tournaments out of the way the two winning pairs go into the second round. Malevolence facing off against the Soulless!
Ozzy J: Now I wonder if the ref'll be the same as last time!
D Boss: I don't know what you're talking about!
Ozzy J: Creep!

"My way" is played by the Choir Of Tortured Souls and the black eagle Morrigan swoops down from the rafters heralding the entrance of the two members of Malevolence taking part in the tag tournament, Malice and Abel. They make their way purposefully to the ring, rising above the boos of the crowd. The stand in the ring and look to the HellGate for the entrance of Lucifer and Damien.

A Bell tolls around the arena, cutting the lights, the crowd look confused they are expecting the sounds of "Antichrist Superstar" that rolled at the entrance of their last appearance. Rain begins to fall inside the arena gushing down soaking the occupants, the bell still rings out it's hallowed chimes thunder rolls above the arena, on the twelfth toll of the bell a crashing chord rings out, the first chord of a famous riff. "Black Sabbath" the eponymous song by Black Sabbath.
"What is this that stands before me?"
A figure has formed on the Helltrons, it is swathed in a black robe and raises it's arm as Ozzy Osbourne's voice sings;
"Figure in black that points at me"
The form on both HellTrons is pointing directly at Malevolence, screams ring from some of the crowd members, screams of fear.
"Turn round quick and start to run"
A white light is shining down on the ring where Malice and Abel stand resolute.
"Find out I'm the chosen one"
Two figures appear at the HellGate, both wrapped in long black cloaks that ripple in an invisible breeze, they stand there and wait, not moving while the second verse rings around the arena.
"Big black shape with eyes of fire"
The Helltrons fade to black with two large flaming eyes in the centre, the scowl down at Malevolence.
"Telling people their desires"
The crowds feel overwhelming senses of the things they desire most, be they freedom, items, lovers, life. They feel the way they do when Lucifer speaks with his voice of liquid honey.
"Satan's sitting there, he's smiling"
One of the figures at the HellGate pulls off it's cloak revealing that is is in fact Lucifer, an evil smile crosses his face as he looks down at the tag team in the ring.
"Watches those flames gets higher and higher"
A line of flames runs down either side of the ramp and Lucifer leads Damien down to the ring where they shed their robes. The slide under the ropes and face off with their opponents.

Abel and Damien leave the ring leaving the senior members of each team in the ring to face off.

*** BELL RINGS ***

Malice moves toward Lucifer graceful as a dancer but the Morningstar has his own grace about him and despite her best efforts he avoids her attacks, He feints darts in and catches her with a sharp blow to her temple, She whirls and catches him with a spinning heel kick. She follows him to the ground and chops viciously at his neck, he struggles below her, managing to kick her off. He flows to his feet and they face off, Lucifer ducks under her guard again and hits a sidewalk slam, smashing her slight figure to the ground. Malice starts to get to her feet but Lucifer kicks her in the face, sending her back to the ground, she tries again, only to be sent sprawling once more. Lucifer grabs the elf's hair and drags her to her feet she brings her knee into his groin, doubling him up in pain. She pushes him away, he staggers back and she jumps forward in a dropkick, Lucifer flies backward into the ropes as Malice agile as a cat, lands on her feet.
Impetous with youth Damien swings himself into the ring and barrles down on Malice, sending her sprawling he kneels above her and punches down at her, she screams in anger and spits into his face. Abel enters the ring to aid his partner but an official forces him to leave before he can do any real damage. Lucifer sends Damien out of the ring and faces Malice, she spits on the floor in front of him a sneer of disgust on her face. Lucifer's face flashes with anger and he grapples with Malice, sending her over in a belly-to-belly suplex. She rolls fluidly to her feet and taunts Lucifer, he doesn't rise for it but she steps in close to him and irish whips him into the ropes as he rebounds she leaps into a flying headscissors. Lucifer is sent to the mat, he lies there while Malice backs into the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, she is about to leap when Damien catches her ankle and topples her from her perch. Abel charges into the ring, and kicks savagely at Lucifer, his face a picture of rage. Lucifer, kicked up into the air by Abel manages to regain his feet and swings at Abel with a tornado punch, Abel whirls and Lucifer goes in low with a spear. Outside the ring Damien and Malice are scrapping furiously choking each other, scratching and gouging at each others eyes and faces, Damein slams Malice's face into the corner of the ring only to be sent flying through a table with a Northen Lights suplex from Malice. Lucifer rushes at Abel inside the ring only to be sent flying through the air and over the ropes with a flapjack. Lucifer crashes into Malice sending her to the concrete floor and cushioning his fall. The ref comes across and orders all of the wrestlers back into the ring. Damien grabs a chair to take with him but the ref tries to stop him taking it in, ripping it from his hands and throwing it away, Lucifer and Damien make what could be called a tag. While Lucifer berates the ref for his decision, Damien enters the ring where Malice and Abel are waiting for him, the smash him to the ground with a double DDT before setting him up for the Malicious Intent, Malice makes a cover, the ref's bollocking has been finished and he goes to count the pin, he counts so slowly that instead of waiting for the pin to be complete, Malice and Abel spring to their feet, they grab Lucifer roughly and hit Him with the Malicious Intent, then they do it on Damien once more, they then turn to the ref and pick him up bodily. They throw him out of the ring, he lands next to the ramp, Malevolence follow him and pick him up. Abel holds him over the ramp facing down, Malice whispers something in his ear. The referee nods, a look of sheer terror painted on his face, when they release him he signals to the Time Keeper who awards the match to Malevolence.

*** BELL RINGS ***

Winners and Number One Contenders for The Tag Team Titles: Malevolence

Malevolence exit the arena after their strange victory and to prepare for the final match of the tournament. Lucifer's face is a mask of anger as he stalks towards the ref, if the ref lookes scared before the dark stain spreading from his crotch shows his current terror. As The Soulless reach the ref the scene cuts to the commentators.

Ozzy J: Looks like the ref's Biased run has come to a sticky end!
D Boss: Lucifer sure looks pissed off!
Ozzy J:Yeah, well he should learn to wrestle properly!
D Boss: I wouldn't let him hear you say that!
Ozzy J: Big Friggin' deal!
D Boss: Coming up, the third match of the event! We'll be seeing one of the high rankers in the New Unconquered, Miliardo Westmarch, taking on the Beastmaster, Gal'Noren!
Ozzy J: Who cares? The ref here's going to be that evil chick, the SWF Demonweight Champion, Fantasy!
D Boss: Work past the pathetic comments of my inadequate friend, and he has a point. Fantasy is part of the Consortium of Nightmares, who are at war with Miliardo and the New Unconquered. But Fantasy is also known to be a tormentor of Gal'Noren!
Ozzy J: Yeah, that's...wait a sec! Inadequate?!

"Luna" starts playing, and Fantasy walks out of the HellGate. She is wearing a mockery of a referee's top, which looks suspicously like body paint. Not that most of the crowd is complaining, due to Fantasy's annoyingly attractive habit of stirring up the base instincts of anyone who sees her...
"Dog New Tricks" is sung, and Gal'Noren emerges from the EdenGate, welcomed by a loud female pop. He smiles and nods to the crowd, but the smile fades when he enters the ring and faces down Fantasy. Fantasy places her hands behind her neck and stretches, arching her body seductively, and blowing a kiss to the Elf, who turns away with a mixed look of desire and revulsion.
"Cthulu Dawn" is now sung by the choir, and a second female crowd pop heralds the arrival of Miliardo Westmarch. The Vampire may attract the ladies, but he still receives a fair amount of boos due to his position in the hated New Unconquered. He doesn't seem to care, instead walking to the ring and focusing on Gal'Noren.

The bell rings, and Gal and Miliardo approach each other...but both are stopped by Fantasy, who steps between them, a restraining hand on each chest. The competitors stop and wait for whatever she has to say, but she doesn't say anything. She rubs her hands upwards, as if flirting with them. Her hands reach the neck of each competitor, at which point she grabs hold and bangs their heads together! Laughing at her cruel joke, she lightly steps back. Gal takes a step towards her in anger, but he is grabbed from behind by Miliardo, who hits him in the face and executes a face-forward suplex. He pulls Gal up and takes him down with a spinebuster. Sensing an early advantage, he whips Gal into the buckle, then charges in. Gal jumps up to the top rope, forcing Miliardo to run straight into the turnbuckle, then hits a top rope sunset flip - 1..2..kickout! Miliardo gets up quickly, but Gal is just a little quicker, and hits a superkick into the Vampire's jaw. Miliardo falls to one knee, clutching his jaw. Gal continues the attack with a swinging outstep kick to the other side of Miliardo's face. Miliardo falls to all fours, and Gal polishes off his attack with a jumping vertical heel kick to the small of Miliardo's back! Miliardo falls onto his face. Gal leaps onto the top rope, then hits Miliardo with a devestating senton double elbowdrop! He rolls Miliardo onto his front and covers - 1..2..thr-shoulder up!
Gal drags up Miliardo and locks on a hammerlock. Miliardo tries to pull out, but Gal won't allow him. Falling back on his impressive arsenal of moves, Miliardo squats, seemingly fading, then hooks Gal's leg and brings him up over his shoulderblades, and breaks the hold with a modified death valley driver! Both men lie flat on the floor, while Fantasy idly leans on the ropes and polishes her fingernails. Miliardo gets up first and grabs Gal's legs. Gal kicks Miliardo into the turnbuckles, then springs after him for a monkey flip. But Miliardo interrupts the move by grabbing Gal by the throat, then executes a big chokeslam! Miliardo covers - 1..2..thr-kickout! Miliardo hauls the Beastmaster up for a tombstone, but Gal kicks off the top rope and counters with a over-the-head reverse DDT! Gal'Noren goes for a sharpshooter, but Miliardo kicks him away. Gal turns as he tries to halt his stumble, but he falls right into Fantasy! Fantasy wraps her legs around Gal's waist and winks evilly. Gal hastily breaks out of her grip, turns away, and is taken down by a big boot from Miliardo. The Vampire warns Fantasy to keep out of his business, to which the guest referee merely smiles. Gal'Noren gets up, and is taken back down with a soviet suplex.
At this point, a small blur shoots out of the EdenGate. It is the young Griffin, Dosel'Ttil! Tilly wails at seeing her master in trouble, and in the presence of the hated Succubus. Vixen runs out after the Griffin, trying to cathc her. The griffin leaps into the air and jumps right over the ropes towards Gal...and is snatched by the wings by Fantasy! Tilly screeches and claws at the Demonweight Champion's face. Fantasy smirks, shakes the Griffin violently, and then hurls her to the outside, where she slams horribly into the concrete and lies still, in a crumpled heap.
There is a strangles scream from Gal'Noren, who has seen what just happened. He leaps to his feet, and Miliardo tries to attack. Full of rage, Gal nails Miliardo in the face with a forearm shot, and spears Fantasy to the mat. He grabs Fantasy by the throat and starts choking her. Vixen comes into the ring, but Miliardo grabs her from behind. She kicks back in a low blow, and tries to calm Gal down. She persuades him that they should check on Tilly, but then she is nailed on the back of the head by Miliardo's chairshot! Vixen falls out of the ring, but Gal ducks the chair, kicks Miliardo in the gut, and executes an implant DDT onto the chair! Angrier than he's ever been seen before, Gal starts slamming the chair into Miliardo's side, again and again! He raises the chair for a final shot...
...and Fantasy hits him with the Misery Ever After, superkicking the chair into the back of his head! Gal collapses to the mat. Fantasy pulls Miliardo's arm over Gal's chest and performs a very fast count - 1-2-3!

Miliardo Westmarch wins the match!

Fantasy sneers and walks away from the ring. Miliardo clutches the arm that he used to protect his body from the chairshots, and walks painfully away. Vixen gets into the ring and wakes up Gal. Once he has regained his senses, Gal rolls quickly out of the ring and runs to Dosel'Ttil. Tilly is whimpering in a quivering heap. Gal is horrified. He gently cradles Tilly in his arms and walks off with Vixen.

D Boss: That is tragic.
Ozzy J: Yeah - I can't leer at Fantasy or Vixen any more!
D Boss: What's wrong with you?! Fantasy could have killed the poor Griffin, and all you can think about are girls?
Ozzy J: What can I say? I care more about chicks than stupid little animals...
D Boss: Anyway, now we've got the final of the tag tournament! Malevolence are facing off against The Farians but first we appear to be recieving a transmission from the medical room...

The scene opens in the medical room, Mustafa Kabat is lying on a bed, bandages cover his face a medical demon is talking to Papa Coco.

EMD: He's in no fit state to wrestle after that match

Coco: But I need my man!

EMD: I'm afraid he is unable to wrestle

Coco: It's too late to pull out now!

Mustafa Stirs and tries to sit up, he says something through his bruised and battered lips

Kabat: You go and do it on your own, I'll...

Mustafa slumps back unable to speak, the scene fades back to the arena.

D Boss: it looks like Papa Coco will have to face Malevolence all on his own!

Ozzy J: I certainly don't fancy that myself!

D Boss: Yerah, but you're a wuss!

Ozzy J: I'm fucking not! take that back you bastard!

Ozzy J bristles and tries to make an impression on D Boss who seems to be laughing at him now. further activites by the commentators are disrupted by the playing of "My Way" once again by the choir of tortured souls, Malevolence members Abel and AMlice stride purposefully from the HellGate and march to the ring ready to face their opponent, despite their purposeful demeanour there are tell-tale signs of fatigue beginning to set in.

"Gangsta Trippin'" is played again and Papa Coco runs out of the Eden gate, he has a tag belt over each shoulder as he runs to the ring, he drops them outside the ring and slides into the ring, he crashes straight into Abel, flooring him with a clothesline.

*** BELL RINGS ***

The ref gestures Malice out of the ring as Coco continues the assault on Abel, leaping on him with a fist drop, then another, Abel manages to get to his feet and tries to retaliate, he goes for a tornado punch but Coco, still fresh blocks it and follows through with a hiptoss, he kicks Abel across the ring until the Malevoolent reaches the ropes, Abel drags himself to his feet and swings for Coco, he connects, cracking him on the jaw and sending him staggering backward. Abel brings his attack now, going for a clothesline, Coco ducks and comes up behind Abel, he scoops Abel up into a backbreaker. Coco slams down on Abel with an elbow drop. Malice dives into the ring to help her fallen comrade, she whirls Coco up in a neckbreaker, She helps Abel to his feet and they drag Coco to his feet for a Double DDT. The ref forces Malice to leave the ring and Coco is hit with a spinebuster from Abel. Coco rolls to his feet and whirls a short-arm clothesline into Abel's gut. Coco Snap mare's Abel over and onto the ground, he follows with another elbow drop.

Slocumbe: Looks like Coco's freshness is letting him walk all over Abel!

Abel just manages to pull Coco down with a DDT he runs to the corner and tags Malice in both of Malevolence rush for Coco, just getting to his feet, they send him sprawling with a double clothesline. Abel picks him up and they land him with a spike piledriver. The ref come over and makes Abel leave the ring.

Jihad: But it looks like he can't cope with both of Malevolence at once!

Coco towers over Malice and he picks her up for a powerbomb, crashing the elf down onto the mat, he makes a cover 1, 2 kickout! Coco grabs the elf again and hits a hanging vertical suplex. He covers but Abel dives in with an elbow drop from the turnbuckle! The ref is angered at Malevolence's perpetual rule-breaking and starts to signal to the Time Keeper, but Abel grabs the ref and slams him down with a bulldog, Malice sends some strange glowing sparks into the ref's face, distorting the way he sees reality, Coco comes up behind Abel and hits him with a reverse DDT. The ref is incapactitated and Malevolence start settign up the Malicious Intent, Coco is up on Abel's shoulders when a siren sounds and a strobe light flashes on and off, a giant man can just be seen running to the ring, he jumps into the ring behind Abel, it's Mustafa! He cracks Abel in the back of the knees just as Malice leaps from the turnbuckle, Abel drops Coco and Malice sails harmlessly overhead, crashing painfully onto the mat! Coco grabs Malice and The Farians set up the GORE Climber, Coco leaps from the Turnbuckle bringing Malice crashing down with a top rope Gore, he makes a cover on the elf and a new official counts to three!

*** BELL RINGS ***

WINNERS AND STILL SWF TAG CHAMPIONS: THE FARIANS!

Mustafa and Coco celebrate their victory by lighting the spliffs that Mustafa brought with him, they watch as Malevolence storm off in a high dudgeon at their loss. The Farians leave to the tune of "Gangsta' Trippin'"

Slocumbe: With the aid of his injured partner Mustafa Kabat, Coco managed to gain the victory and hold the tag titles!

Jihad: it was a close run thing mind!
Slocumbe: Well, it's main event time. And what an event we have for you tonight!
Jihad: Yes. The SWF Champion, Dante, will defend his title against two mortal enemies - the leader of the Consortium of Nightmares, Veil, and the leader of the New Unconquered, Assamite!
Slocumbe: None of these men have any love lost for the others, so let's get to what should be an amazing match!

"Lucky" by Britney Spears starts playing, and a very unamused Assamite appears at the HellGate, staring daggers at the Choir, who would sweat if they could. Looks like Stygian Vision strikes again. Assamite growls and storms to the ring, flexing his hands and snarling.
It seems that Vision is playing pranks to the utmost tonight, as the Spice Girl's "2 Become 1" heralds the appearance of Veil. Veil doesn't seem to care about the song, judging by the way he speeds down to the ring, dives in and spears Assamite. The two start clawing and tearing at each other in a frenzy, as if their lives depended on the gouging out of the other's eyes.
Vision makes it a hat-trick as Dante comes out only to find his music replaced by the horrific song that was Billie's "Because We Want To". If looks could kill, then the Choir would be dead again. As it is, Dante decides to settle for getting into the ring and taking it out on his opponents.

Veil has Assamite down on the mat and is choking the life out of him when Dante comes up behind him and nails him with a kick to the back of the head. Veil falls forward, and Dante starts pummeling Assamite. He whips him into the ropes and hits a high back bodydrop. Assamite crashes to the mat and arches his back in pain. Dante ducks a clothesline from Veil and brings him down in a neckbreaker. He then grabs a rising Assamite and floors him with a spinebuster. He covers - 1..2..kickout! Dante hooks the Vampire's legs and locks in a boston crab. But Veil is back up, and he executes a clothesline from hell on Dante. Dante falls to the mat and rolls to the ropes. Veil grabs him and tries to pick him up, but Dante grabs hold of the ropes. Assamite comes up and pushes Veil from behind, sending him over the top rope. Because he was grabbing the middle rope, Dante doesn't go over, but finds himself hanging by the twisted ropes outside the ring!
Assamite nips onto the ring apron and takes down Veil with a flying clothesline. He grabs a chair from ringside and slams it into Dante's ribcage. He hefts it again, and this time slams it into Dante's head. A third time he wields it...but Veil grabs it from behind, then hits it on Assamite's face as he turns around! Veil sets up the chair, then pulls up Assamite and executes the Ultimate End onto the chair! Assamite looks totally KO'd. By this time, Dante has pulled himself from the ropes and is back in the ring. Veil quickly follows.
Dante meets Veil with a clothesline, which rocks the Dark One. Dante follows up with a punch, which takes Veil back another step. Dante goes for another punch, but Veil drops to his knees and slams a fist right into the ribs that were battered a few moments before with a chair. Dante winces, and wobbles on his feet. Veil spins on his back and sweeps Dante's legs from under him. Dante crashes backwards onto the mat. Veil covers - 1..2..th-kickout! Veil hooks one of Dante's legs and wrenches, almost pulling the knee out of place. He turns the leg, puts one knee on the shin and the other behind Dante's knee, and drops down into a nasty leg-press. Dante's leg bends in a way that it was never designed to, and though he keeps himself from crying out, Dante's face goes a shade paler. Veil grabs the ankle, heaves it up, and brings the knee crashing down onto the mat. He then picks Dante up, and goes for the Condemnation Supreme! But Dante manages to slide down Veil's back, spin around, kick him in the gut, and set up the Angel Bomb! He lifts up Veil, who counters with the Foreboding of Doom! Dante gags and chokes in the submission hold, and falls backwards. Unfortunately for Veil, Dante had staggered back to near the corner, so when he falls, Veil's face smacks into the top of the ringpost! Veil flies back and crashes to the mat, lying still.
For several moments, Dante and Veil lie still in the ring, while Assamite is starting to stir outside. Slowly, Dante drags himself over to Veil and lays an arm over his chest - 1..2..thre-shoulder up! Dante gets up, dragging Veil with him, but Veil suddenly hits a low blow on the Dark Angel! Dante staggers, and Veil manages to nail him with a chokeslam! Veil falls against the turnbuckle for a moment, then draws a cloak-hidden hand across his throat. He grabs Dante and sets up the Condemnation Supreme again. But before he can even attempt it, Assamite cracks a sledgehammer over his head! Veil slumps to one knee, as Dante falls and rolls to the other side of the ring. Assamite tosses away the hammer and enters the ring. Veil throws a punch, but Assamite blocks it! He kicks Veil in the knee, and Veil's leg buckles. Assamite capitalises, pulling down Veil's head and executing the Curse! Assamite pumps a fist in the air as the crowd boo, delighted with his accomplishment. He goes to cover Veil, but then senses something behind him. Dante has scaled the turnbuckle, and when Assamite turns around, Dante hits him with the Fallen Angel! On the dismount, Dante slid slightly across the ring and bumped into Veil, who is teetering on the edge of the ring aporn. Dante rolls back and covers Assamite - 1..2..thre-foot on the ropes! The crowd groan, and Dante looks frustrated.
Dante whips Assamite face first and doubled up into the corner, so that he slips between the turnbuckle cushions and cracks his shoulder on the ringpost. Dante grabs him for a german suplex, but Assamite hits a backwards elbowjab to the face, then spins and goes for his own german suplex! He lifts Dante over his head, hits his shoulders and head onto the mat, and arches his back for the pin - 1..kickout! Assamite falls back to the mat, clutching his shoulder. This doesn't go unnoticed by Dante, who grabs Assamite's arm and locks in a crossface, pulling on the shoulder and the neck! Assamite's eyes are wide open in pain, but he won't submit. With his one free arm, he pulls himself, inch by inch, to the nearest ropes. The agony must be incredible, but Assamite finally hooks the ropes, breaking the hold. Dante gets up and waits for Assamite to get up too. He then grabs and twists Assamites arm and rams it into his own shoulder. Assamite falls to the mat in pain. Dante looks behind him and sees Veil getting up on the ring apron. He charges and pushes Veil off to the ground below. He turns back and sees Assamite charging him, but the Vampire is too slow, and Dante lifts a boot up, kicking him in the shoulder. Assamite crumples to his knees, seemingly delerious from the pain. Dante signals for the Angel Bomb, and gets a pop from the crowd. He sets up Assamite, heaves him up...

...and Assamite's body explodes!!! There is a loud BANG, and Assamite bursts into a huge cloud of black smoke and several flashes of blue flame! The flame hits some parts of the mats, ropes and turnbuckles, and where it hits it freezes, leaving several patches of ice in the ring. But one blast of flame hit Dante in the face, and his eyes are covered with a painful mound of dark blue ice!
As the crowd are trying to comprehend this, the black smoke that was once Assamite's body pulls itself into a small cloud, then shoots over to Veil. It slips inside Veil's cloak, and merges with his body! Veil jumps up to his feet, revitalised! He gets into the ring and walks up to Dante, who is clawing at his frozen face. He grabs Dante and hits him with the Condemnation Supreme! He covers - 1..2..3! Veil wins the match, and the SWF title!

Jihad: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
Slocumbe: You don't think...oh no, it couldn't be...
Jihad: Alan, does this mean..?

The ring is suddenly swamped with SWF wrestlers. Fantasy and Minion, Veil's stablemates, come down, as do Malice, Chapel and Abel of Malevolence, all to congratulate Veil. But then come the New Unconquered, Miliardo Westmarch, Quicksilver and Nightbreed. They stare down the larger group for a moment, then Miliardo strides right towards Veil...
...and shakes him by the hand!

Slocumbe: I don't believe it! All those fueds? The New Unconquered? Quicksilver's betrayal? Malevolence's war over the Tag titles? This was all a set up?!
Jihad: Wait a sec. We found out a few days ago that this Assamite was an imposter. But that means that...if Veil and Assamite are the same person, then Veil must have been the one who killed assamite! I knew that Veil was powerful, but to split his body into two and still fight...
Slocumbe: What will Dante think? Half the events in the SWF for the last two months were just part of a conspiracy, with him as the target!
Jihad: I don't know...People, you'll want to tune in to Demongate this Friday! I just hope we'll get the answers and explanations there!

The referee throws the SWF title belt inside the ring, where it is caught by Malice. She presents it to Veil, who takes it off her ceremoniously. The camera fades on the participants of the conspiracy in the ring, with Veil holding up the SWF title belt.